A Walk in Central Park

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my thoughts on a bench

I’m sitting here in Central Park and I’ve seen so many movies where celebrities have walked in the pathway right in front of me. It’s a long and wide walkway lined with street lamps and benches for people to sit, eat, think, the list goes on…but each bench has it’s own metal plate attached in the middle. Mine has a dedication:

“And here’s a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie’s a hand o’thine;

And we’ll tak a right guid-willie

waught for auld lang syne”

For Ian Smith

At first I was going to sit on the bench to the right of me, which has a blank plate on it. No dedication, no quote, no poem. Just a symbolic blank slate waiting for an identity. I saw it as a new beginning, a reset button, room for creativity, freedom, art, the unknown-intimidating, yet alluring. It raises all these questions: What can I do? What will I do? Do I do this now? Or later? Where will it be? How can I be different? As I write all these questions down, the sun reveals itself for the first time today. Only for a second and he went back into hiding behind his somber friends.

Central Park really is the place to escape the city. A place to just be. I don’t smell the distress or prosperity of the city. I can just feel the balance. An artist sits next to me with what looks like a sketch pad, a pencil, and a tool that’s used for smearing? or it could just be an eraser…

Well look at that, two forms of art two benches apart.

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I didn’t plan my route around the park, I just wanted it to be spontaneous:) and look at that, a bike-riding gentleman chillin right in the middle of Central Park’s Naumburg Bandshell.

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I kept walking straight for another ten minutes watching the musician play his saxophone, many sketch artists creating works of art for people, a family walking their two little girls, and I could smell the hot dog stands emitting that seductive scent until I reached the…

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On the right of the lake (in the photo) is the Loeb Boathouse where you can enjoy lunch and some drinks with some friends!

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I apologize for the very bad quality of this photo haha but I saw this not-so-little guy on the edge of the steps chillin waiting for more pieces of bread 🍞

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A hui hou<3

Five reasons why I enjoy traveling alone

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Hey Peeps!

Mental note to self: I need to work on those intros. I also need to start making my bed again in the mornings. Coz it looks like wild shenanigans happen there every night. This of course is seldom the case.

Ignore me. I’ve just been through two night shifts (I have a serious job now, I swear) and the night in between the two shifts I went out until the morning hours – unsurprisingly, it’s highly possible that this post turns into a senseless uttering due to sleep deprivation. Nonetheless, I`m going to make an effort to keep you awake while trying to not crash on the keyboard.

One way. Rigi, Swiss Alps, May 2016 One way. Rigi, Swiss Alps, May 2016

Shoot with a view. View from Piz Corvatsch, Swiss Alps, July 2014 Shoot with a view. View from Piz Corvatsch, Swiss Alps, July 2014

We all know by now that I am a passionate traveller and whenever I can sneak on a plane or grab…

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Free in Fontainebleau

wwellend takes the most breathtaking photos and I’d love to visit France again<3

TRAVELLING THE WORLD SOLO

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Location: Fontainebleau, France

I have done a fair bit of travelling. I have had lots of good days, a few bad days, and a handful of days that I would describe as being literally some of the best days of my life.

One such day was December 23rd, 2013. I woke up early, feeling invigorated and ready to explore. But what to do? I eventually decided against the popular day trip to Versailles. I can recall lying in my top bunk and contemplating the idea and then deciding that I just was not in the mood to walk around elbow to elbow with other people all day.

I had heard of a beautiful chateau in Fontainebleau, a small town about 65km south of Paris. I am not ashamed to admit that the only reason I knew this place existed was because I am quite the fan of one Lana Del…

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Get to Know Me

For my very first post, I want to introduce myself. I’m pretty much an open book and I don’t want to keep any secrets from you.

I grew up on the beautiful island of Oahu until I was about 18 when I moved to California to start college at California State University, East Bay. I really had no idea what I wanted to major in or what I wanted to do in life. Four years later, I still have a very broad idea of what I wanna do and that’s write. So, I ended up majoring in English, Creative Writing and minoring in French. I’ve been in the Bay Area for almost four years now and I love it here. Don’t get me wrong, Hawai’i will always and forever be my home but to be completely honest with you, there are a lot more opportunities out here. I plan to stay in the Bay Area until other opportunities decide to take me elsewhere.

I am a dancer. That has always been my passion oand will forever be a part of me. I’ve been dancing since I was six years old. I did hula, hip-hop, ballet, and jazz when I was young but now I just do hip-hop. I’m passionate about dance and what it is and who I am because of it. I can’t explain my love for dance in words but I can probably show you if give me a beat. I am dance.

I am still trying to figure out who I am and there is so much that I want to do. I want to travel and meet people and learn new things and gain experiences that will help me figure out who exactly is Bri and who she’s always been. That is why I made this blog. I think it will help me do all of that and bring me to discover frontiers I never knew existed.

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Stay golden.